A/N: I'll try to update once a day, but life and writer's block do happen, so no promises. Anyway enjoy, and please review. Truly reviews help me keep going.

Disclaimer: I don't own BH6

"Tadashi," Hiro whined. "Give me back my hoodie. Come on, we're gonna be late for school."

"Why don't you grab it," Tadashi grinned, obviously enjoying himself.

"Boys," Aunt Cass called from downstairs. "Hurry or you'll be late for school."

"Coming Aunt Cass," they called in dropped Hiro's jacket on his head. Hiro gave him a small glare before the brothers turned and walked downstairs. At the door to the cafe, Aunt Cass handed them each a brown paper bag.

"There's a surprise in there," she grinned. "You know first day of school and all."

"Thanks, Aunt Cass," Tadashi said.

"Just look at my boys," she squealed. "You've both grown so much. Ooh, I'm so proud of both of you." They started to leave, when she pulled them both back. "Last hug," she exclaimed squeezing them tightly. Hiro got on the back of Tadashi's moped.

"Helmet," Tadashi commanded. Begrudgingly, Hiro put his helmet on. Tadashi mirrored the action, and started up the moped.

When they reached the high school, Tadashi looked at Hiro.

"You ready for this, little bro?" Tadashi asked. Hiro had decided to start public school this year after being homeschooled his elementary and middle school years.

"As I'll ever be," he sighed. The boys fistbumped.

"Go get 'em genius," Tadashi smiled. As he drove off, Hiro took a deep breath. Then, he opened the door to Sanfransokyo High. He had gone to freshmen orientation, so he knew the drill, sort of. What he didn't know, were the unspoken rules of high school. He learned quickly over his first month.

Rule number one: Don't bump into anyone. Ever. Especially the upperclassmen.

Rule number two: You are either popular, or smart. If you're popular, you have lots of freinds, and smart people do your homework. If you're smart, you have no friends, and you do smart people's homework.

Rule number three: Don't even think about trying to stand up for someone. Also, don't expect that anyone will stand up for you, either. Failure to follow any of these rules among others resulted in a number of punishments including, but not limited to:

A. Being thrown in a trash can

B. Being shoved in a locker.

C. Having food "accidently" dumped on your head in the cafeteria.

By the time he had fought through his first month, Hiro was hiding bruises from everyone. It was easy to keep Aunt Cass from finding out, as he stayed upstairs to "work on his mountains of high school homework." She just gushed about how proud she was about her little man, and told him to just keep working. Trust her, it would pay off in the end. Tadashi, now he was a different story.

"Hey Hiro," Tadashi said one afternoon.

"Yeah?" Hiro tried to sound nonchalant.

"How's high school?"

"Fine," Hiro said vaguely.

"You sure?" Tadashi didn't sound like he was even trying to keep the overprotective concern out of his voice. "Cause you sure have been acting strange ever since you started school." Tadashi, Hiro thought to himself. Always the perceptive one.

"It's fine," Hiro said, mentally kicking himself at how lame the response sounded.

"Well, listen," Tadashi looked straight at him. "If you ever have a problem you tell me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Hiro acted like there was no possible way in the world that he could ever have a problem. In a way, he almost wanted to tell Tadashi what was going on at school, but he didn't want to sound like a weakling. Besides, it wasn't that bad, right?